Why I fell in love with Slovenia | Travel

Back in 2000, as an American pupil finding out in London, I launched into a Eurorail journey – a kind of smorgasbord of travel in European cities. You purchase an open ticket that means that you can travel indefinitely by practice all through Europe. But previous to my very own Eurorailing journey, I’d lent my Lonely Planet: Europe on a Shoestring to 5 pals who had already been on such a visit, asking them so as to add notes, solutions, annotations. All 5, with out colluding, mentioned Slovenia’s Lake Bled was the one most lovely place that they had seen in Europe.

Slovenia map take 5

Fast-forward to 2006, after I was a postgraduate pupil, and I wound up embarking on an extended, “slow food” model of my rail smorgasbord. I lived in eight European cities, every for not less than a month, to get a really feel for what it could be like to maneuver there indefinitely. After forays into Venice, Florence, Rome, Madrid and Leiden, I ended up in Ljubljana, Slovenia’s capital. And that’s the place I fell in love – with the nation and the longer term Mrs Charney.

This is what I fell in love with.

In order to marry her, on our marriage ceremony day, I used to be obliged to outlive the dreaded shranga, a gauntlet of pre-nuptial feats of manliness required of aspiring grooms from past the Slovenian mountain village confines. Once I’d acquired by the nerve-racking bouts of scythe-sharpening, bark-shaving, axe-wielding and, sure, even wife-buying traditions, and was permitted by the grumpy-looking villagers to enter the church and keep on with my marriage ceremony, I knew that this was the place for me, and have since come to really feel really part of it.

Summer in Ljubljana … busy however lovely. Photograph: Alamy

Slovenia has been, for me, a land of alternative. This has meant that I’ve turn into one thing of Slovenia’s overseas cheerleader, and not too long ago I even launched a e-book, Slovenology: Living and Travelling within the World’s Best Country, that’s half memoir, half travelogue, and half essay assortment singing its praises.

There are solely so many instances that Slovenia might be referred to as a “hidden gem” and nonetheless declare to stay hidden. But these who come to this tiny nation nestled between the Alps and the Adriatic appear to really feel they’ve found a little-known paradise. While low cost flights from London have made it a simple weekend vacation spot, and the capital, Ljubljana, is standard on the stag and hen circuit, the whole nation boasts wonderland landscapes. Beyond the confines of charming, Zürich-like Ljubljana, Slovenia provides travellers a vacation spot that’s straightforward to navigate (with English spoken nearly all over the place). It is likely one of the most secure nations within the world, to not point out the cleanest (it received National Geographic’s 2017 World Legacy Award, as essentially the most sustainable vacationer vacation spot, and Ljubljana was Green Capital of Europe in 2016).

A quintessentially Slovenian view, near Jamnik.

A quintessentially Slovenian view, close to Jamnik. Photograph: Urska Charney

Having chosen this nation as my new homeland, settling within the charming three-castled alpine city of Kamnik, simply north of the capital, I needed to get to understand it in a extra intimate method. I needed a neighborhood’s-eye-view of the key sides of this “hidden gem”. And so I hatched a plan. I set about contacting individuals I found fascinating – for example, the nice folk-rock musician, Vlado Kreslin, the world-famous chef Janez Bratovž, and the expat Bosnian actor and director, Branko Đurić – and requested interviews. To my delight, everybody acquiesced. In Slovenia, everybody writes their very own electronic mail, and even the prime minister is only a message away. I struck up friendships and collaborations with lots of the individuals I met on this method, working my method by a who’s-who of fascinating Slovenians.

Vlado Kreslin, a Bruce Springsteen-like musical icon in Slovenia, launched me to the wonders of Prekmurje, the furthest-flung area of the nation, on the Hungarian border. This is a flatland of storks and slow-churning picket mills on the river, with a full of life and culturally influential inhabitants of Gypsies. Kreslin grew up right here, in his father’s gostilna, or nation inn, listening to bands blended of Slovenians and Gypsies, and talking a dialect that’s unintelligible to most Slovenes. My spouse and I attended a celebration on the Kreslins’ weekend home there, with dozens of different company, from DJs to government ministers, all gathered round a effervescent cauldron of bograč, a wealthy goulash spiked with paprika from the close by Pannonian plain, and ripping aside deep-fried catfish from the close by Mura river. After dinner, Kreslin and his pals, members of his band however company, too, grabbed devices and performed an impromptu concert, only for the pleasure of it, because the moon rose excessive above the roll and roil of accordion, violin, guitar and hammered dulcimer.

A rural hamlet.

The village of Kras. Photograph: Matjaž Tančič

As a vacationer I’d found Lake Bled a bit twee. It was solely after I went with actor/director Branko Đurić, as a co-organiser of the short-lived Bled Film Festival, that I noticed the magic it may conjure. We’d gathered at a villa on a cliff above the lake, which had as soon as been a favorite residence of Tito. Celebratory selfmade schnapps was consumed, and as evening fell we had been rowed out to the one, church-topped island in pletne, gondolas manned by capped oarsmen. A path of floating candles guided us to the cascade of stone steps that led up from the island’s mooring to the medieval church. The competition company used the steps as seating, and the mooring grew to become a stage upon which we gave out the awards. And then the partying started, with the church’s schnapps-fueled priest significantly eager to take a selfie with American actor Armand Assante. It was Lake Bled at its finest, with out the trimmings of tourism, in a light-weight as magical as something I might think about.

But of all my encounters, the one which taught me most about my adopted nation was this summer season’s highway journey with Janez Bratovž, tasting indigenous Slovenian elements for his subsequent cookbook. Bratovž is the godfather of nouvelle delicacies within the former Yugoslavia – the primary to introduce carpaccio and uncommon steak to a land of scrumptious however well-done cutlets doused in cream sauces. He picked 20 key elements that he makes use of in his cooking and, along with photographer Matjaž Tančič, we spent the summer season crisscrossing the nation, visiting the best producers. Steps from the border with Italy, in Goriška Brda, we tasted what many assume is the world’s finest prosciutto, or pršut. Just 80 legs a 12 months from indigenous, splendidly fatty blackstrap pigs are ready by Uroš Klinec and pre-sold to pick out eating places across the globe. From the Caravaggesque darkness of his cellar, a vegetarian’s nightmare (however this carnivore’s delight) of hanging hocks of ham, we emerged on to his sun-soaked patio, overlooking the wine-rich hills, and loved prosciutto so delicate and lightweight that it melted on the tongue.

A high mountain pass in Slovenia

A excessive mountain move in Slovenia Photograph: Matjaž Tančič

Across the nation, in Kreslin’s Prekmurje flatlands, we tasted the best Styrian pumpkin seed oil, hand-pressed in century-old presses by the Kocbek household, and of such flavour and delicacy that it’s used not solely to decorate salads, however as a sauce for ice-cream and to lace bars of darkish chocolate. We wound by the hills of Tolmin, above the emerald Soča river, a real-life Narnia (one of many motion pictures was filmed right here), to satisfy a farmer bringing again the colossal, leopard-skinned Soča river trout, with flesh so scrumptious that at the moment it is just served as a carpaccio. This was the positioning of Ernest Hemingway’s A Farewell to Arms, the place this king of trout almost grew to become extinct within the first world conflict, as hungry troopers flung grenades into the river to catch a meal.

Blackstrap pigs

‘Eighty legs a year from indigenous, wonderfully fatty blackstrap pigs are prepared by Uroš Klinec and pre-sold to select restaurants around the globe’ Photograph: Matjaž Tančič

At the salt flats close to Piran, on Slovenia’s 46km of karstic coast, we met Dario, whose household has been harvesting salt for generations, in flats that date again to the Roman empire, when salt was used as pay (the time period wage comes from salaria, that means salt).

We drove up a mountain in Dolenjska, within the south east, with a mountain-sized sheep farmer keen to point out us his dominion, arriving on the prime solely to search out the still-warm stays of a gutted sheep, which confirmed bear was lurking someplace close by within the darkness barely held again by the ebbing twilight (I opted to remain within the automotive for that one, whereas Tančič took images of the farmer and Bratovž stored an eye fixed out for bears and wolves).

We dipped all the way down to the Istrian peninsula to satisfy former property lawyer Aleš Winkler. He bought his fancy Ljubljana flat, purchased 30 goats as lawnmowers for his rural holiday home, taught himself on-line to make cheese and this 12 months gave the keynote speech for Slow Food International, educating Italians and French learn how to make a correct chèvre.

Slovenia trip with Matjaž Tančič and Dr Noah Charney

Aleš Winkler, the goat cheese maker. Photograph: Matjaž Tančič

Back within the Kamnik area, within the huge meadow atop mesa-like alpine mountain Velika Planina, there are odd, low-slung shepherds’ huts that recall The Shire and are filled with conventional artefacts (together with a rain-repelling shepherd’s robe product of strips of shaven wooden and anti-witch knives carved with runes). Here, we sampled breast-shaped Trnič cheeses (which all the time come in pairs).

This summer season’s travels with Bratovž opened up areas and delicacies that I’d by no means have found by myself, and for which I’m most grateful, for they allowed a constellation of indigenous elements to point out me an intimate, insider’s portrait of my adopted nation.

Mountain cottage on idyllic hill Velika Planina.

Shepherd’s delight … mountain cottage on idyllic hill Velika Planina. Photograph: Getty Images

I stay simply as in love with Slovenia (and, after all, with my Slovenian spouse, for whom I endured such uncommon “feats of manliness”) as ever. For it’s the Slovenia of passionate, in-the-know Slovenians that provides essentially the most magic. And should you occur to learn this and resolve to maneuver right here, the primary beer is on me.

• Noah Charney is the creator of Slovenology: Living and Traveling within the World’s Best Country. Buy the book on Amazon for £7.57, or go to to order a print copy

Getting there

Easyjet flies to Ljubljana from Gatwick and Stansted, Wizz Air from Luton, from £21 one-way. Slovenia Explorer provides daytrips masking the entire nation and is nice for out of doors actions, from €69.

Stay in Kamnik

Kamnik in Slovenia

Photograph: Alamy

The apparent selection is to remain in Ljubljana and take day journeys from there, however think about Kamnik as a much less expensive various, a really perfect gateway to the Alps and simply 15 minutes from the airport. Everything, from inns to meals to espresso, appears to value a few third lower than it does simply 25 minutes away within the capital, and the city means that you can escape the crowds. Gostilna Pri Cesarju is an enthralling Yugoslav retro bar and inn, festooned with images of Tito and Archduke Franz Joseph, with rooms from simply £30 for a single. Gostilna Korobač is Kamnik’s new cafe, which options all 4 of Kamnik’s microbrewery beers, giant sharing platters and low spiked with spicy cinnamon schnapps.

Best instances to go to

May-Sept are perfect for climbing, climbing, biking and journey sports activities when daytime temperatures are round 25C

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